痕跡
I leave no trace of wings in the air, but I am glad I have had my flight. ——Rabindranath Tagore
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November 20, 2010
[浮光] 一個秋
一樣在屋頂上
從初夏遇見的驚奇
到悶與噎語
飄著夾著雨季穿插
偷偷壓扁帶走了幾個空間交了作業
變成了冬季的寒風
原來已經這麼冷了
原來
已過了一個秋
一個不解的季節
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